 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
HE RESOLVES TO SAY NO MORE
O my soul, keep the rest unknown!
It is too like a sound of moan
When the charnel-eyed
Pale Horse has nighed:
Yea, none shall gather what I hide!
It is too like a sound of moan
When the charnel-eyed
Pale Horse has nighed:
Yea, none shall gather what I hide!
Why load men's minds with more to bear
That bear already ails to spare?
From now alway
Till my last day
What I discern I will not say.
That bear already ails to spare?
From now alway
Till my last day
What I discern I will not say.
Let Time roll backward if it will;
(Magians who drive the midnight quill
With brain aglow
Can see it so,)
What I have learnt no man shall know.
(Magians who drive the midnight quill
With brain aglow
Can see it so,)
What I have learnt no man shall know.
And if my vision range beyond
The blinkered sight of souls in bond,
—By truth made free—
I'll let all be,
And show to no man what I see.
The blinkered sight of souls in bond,
—By truth made free—
I'll let all be,
And show to no man what I see.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |